2.1.14 Saturday Post

by | Feb 1, 2014 | Poetry

Morning HindrancesI had a plan this morning to create a sparkly – my morning cup of coffee, resplendent in its shiny-girly-glitteriness.But the plans fell through and there wasn’t much I could do.So many things are this way.Like life.So I had to rebuild...

Friday Poetry 10.18.13

by | Oct 18, 2013 | Poetry

For the BabyBlessed by blood and bonePortents of a coming lifeDark days contractA beautiful harvest of life to comeI am not my ownI never really wasAnd youYou wereultimatelynever mineMy family is an amazing maze of triumphs and failures. Heroic acts and artistic...

Friday Poetry 10-11-13

by | Oct 11, 2013 | Poetry

Summer 2010, Washington, DC © Tiffany MoniqueTwo Weeks NoticeIf overthinking were a jobI was a Chief Administrative OfficerAnd hating my positionI had a beautiful officeIn a beautiful buildingIn the middle of a stormOf my own creationAnd I loved and hatedMy own...

Friday Poetry 10.4.13

by | Oct 4, 2013 | Poetry

DC 2008 © Tiffany MoniqueMy FamilyBeautifully awkwardEvery joint suppliesThumb, thigh, lip, hipFrom the grave to the skiesUgly drawers, pretty pantiesThat’s my family15 minutes of fameSix to zero degreesElbows, spine, ears, hairLifted hands and bended...

Friday Poetry 9.20.13

by | Sep 20, 2013 | Poetry

Weeding Word Weeds  A word weed, finding itself sacred, begs to overgrow and overthrow me. It’s like being accosted by a thought, or worse a thought process that chokes the effervescence of creativity within me.  I don’t want to be this weird....